SUNRISE
Every morning, I'd lay about
the empty shore,
Waiting for the sun to rise.

A familiar sight, a beautiful
delight is that sun, I say!

Every morning as the sun rises,
I see a beauty of a lifetime.
Every evening as the sun sets,
I lose sight of the delicate thing.

Now here I lie, once again,
On the empty shore alone...
Waiting for the sun to rise.